Clothes to snare a millionaire.

Until yesterday I had forgotten how much I love Wheels and Doll Baby. I love the glamour and the pin-up-esque look. I think I need a ballet skirt... Maybe even one in each colour.

Miss Holiday Golightly, Travelling.

Last weekend I read Truman Capote's 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'. Having been a fan of Audrey Hepburn since my early teenage years, I know the movie version well and thought I'd give the book a go. It's not a very long story, and a lot of it is the movie word for word, but there are some major differences.

Everybody knows Holly Golightly. Audrey as Holly Golightly. I think we love Holly because of Audrey. The Holly from the book is almost the same, but sadder. She doesn't really change in the book like she does in the movie. I'm sorry to say there is no dramatic kiss with 'Fred' in the rain at the end, and she doesn't find 'Cat' after leaving him in an alley. Instead she fleas to Brazil chasing men with money and lives the same naive life there as she did in New York.

I finished the book feeling sad for her. Sad for her past. Sad for her future and sad that she didn't live happily ever after with 'Fred' and 'Cat'.

I think I'll go and watch the movie.

Etsy love: Beauchamping.

I think I may be in love with Beauchamping's striking posters. In particular, the 'Homestead' poster. I love my family too.

I'm sorry baby, I love you.

Hello blog land, it is I, Lella. I know I've been letting y'all down lately (well mostly just Zee) and I'm sorry for that. I've been busy - starting a degree, living life - but mostly and honestly I was pretty disillusioned by everything and not really sure what I'd put up here, even if I was to write anything at all. Lots of amazing things happening, and life is there for the taking right?

And for now I'm back, let's be friends again x

Artwork by Tyler Axtel.

The mean reds.

'You know those days when you've got the mean reds?'

'Same as the blues?'

'No, the blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're sad, that's all. But the mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don't know what it is. You've had that feeling?'

'Quite often. Some people call it angst.'

'All right. Angst. But what do you do about it?

'Well, a drink helps.'

'I've tried that. I've tried aspirin too...What I've found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany's. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany's, then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name.'

Breakfast at Tiffany's, Truman Capote.

Daphne.

I think I must be living under a rock, because until Lella showed me the lovely short film 'Daphne Guinness: Undressed' on Nowness, I had no idea of how beautiful, quirky, creative and elegant she is. Everything about her is interesting, even her name. Daphne. Daphh-nee. So soft and pretty. I think I need to channel a little Daphne Guinness in my life. Maybe I could sell my house and buy one couture piece?

Five: things that belong together.

5. Bruce Willis and action movies.

4. Smoked salmon and cream cheese.

3. David and Victoria Beckham.

2. Rainy days and movies.

1. You and Me.

Image via We Heart It

Silhouette Masterpiece Theatre.

I'm quite taken with these prints by Wilhelm Staehle. I have loved the 'Just Right' one for ages, but never knew where it came from. Have a look at the other prints in the 'Silhouette Masterpiece Theatre' series. They are just as macabre and humorous.

Sunshine, when are you coming back?

Winter has only just begun and already I'm longing for spring.

Image via ffffound

Ribbon and patchwork.

While visiting my parents yesterday, we took a trip to my favourite patchwork shop to get some ribbon for my doorbell. An hour later we left the shop with more than just ribbon. Be and I found Amy Butler's 'Honey Bun Pouf' pattern and decided we had to have it. Before we knew it, we were picking out our six coordinating fabrics to whip up one of our own. Be chose bright oranges and pinks for her pouf, while I decided on greys with a splash of limey yellow for mine.

It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I'm feeling a little daunted by the project. I'm determined to make this pouf and not have the lovely fabric end up in a box somewhere with my other half finished projects!

Etsy love: Debbie Carlos

I love this 'Antlers Poster' by Debbie Carlos. I'm thinking it would look lovely in my lounge room.

Chalk board walls: yay or nay?

So I've decided to take the plunge and paint my bedroom black – but I'm not going to stop there! I'm also planning to paint the end of my hall black as well. I may be crazy, but I'm doing it anyway. I was looking at The Society Inc. colours on the Murobond website and noticed that there's a chalk board range and it got me thinking.

I'm not a huge fan of the whole chalk board wall thing, but I do love Tom's bed in 500 Days of Summer. So here's the question – should I paint the wall black and hang some pictures on it, or should I chalk board it and draw on it? Are chalk board walls ok or not so ok?

Images from ffffound and 500 Days of Summer

I should have taken more photos of you.

Image via ffffound

School girl treasures.

My Mum had a clean up recently, and to my horror delivered two boxes full of things from my childhood and teenage days. Stuff I had thought was 'special'. Old cards, presents, Barbies, school books and letters from long lost friends and first loves. I went through the boxes today and found myself laughing at what I had kept for so many years.

Much of it I threw away without a second thought, other things I have held onto, or at least documented before they went in the bin. I just had to take a photo of the four years worth of graffitied pencil cases I had kept – it was all the rage to buy cheap pencil cases and scribble the names of the boys we loved all over them with pens and liquid paper. I wonder if school girls still do this?